Computer Art by kenne
My lips burning within longing
to meet yours my dearest orchid
I will never ever leave you
as in the softest touch commands obedience
breathtaking aroma a soul thirsty
drifting faraway when I close my eyes
nightly dreaming of you
— from A Scent Of Love Perfume, by Anne Lise Andresen
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First posted on this day, four years ago. — kenne